Chapter 1: Moving In This story relates my thoughts on how life might have developed if events had turned out differently with Meryl -- if we had both left our respective spouses, Dick and Alex, and been able to move in together. Much of this first part of this chapter happened as it is told, but sadly, Meryl never did leave Dick for reasons recounted in my...
It seems that I finally have gotten the time to finish posting this story. If you have not read the first four chapters, I highly recommend it as the story will make much more sense. Enjoy. As he sat there on the thin mattress, pondering his new outlook on life, Justin appeared with his supper. Justin opened the door to the cell and placed a folding chai...
You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my na...
Important note: This is NOT my story. I found this on the web a long time ago and kept it. I thought it was cool so I'm posting it. I've searched for it and never found it again. If you know the author or if this offends people, I will take this down gladly. I have not even changed the grammar mistakes. ***** Normally, a friend saying "hello" does not make...
As a fifty year old career dominatrix, with nearly twenty five years in the business, I am often asked for my opinion on the topic of bondage discipline for wayward wives, or less commonly wayward husbands. Since spousal training is a lucrative and specialized endeavor, I have a vested interest in promoting it. However few prospective clients can afford my...
With over six billion people on the planet almost everything has probably been seen as an object of sexual obsession or desire. What's my point? No matter how world savvy you are there are probably at least a few fetishes you haven't heard of before. So I've made it my goal to open up the door to these hidden thoughts and desires. Who knows, you might find o...
Victim of my Secretary Wife Copyright Oggbashan February 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ I was working hard to exci...
'OMG!' (Oh, My God) I thought to myself. 'How did I get myself into this mess? A giant cock in my mouth and my ass is on fire.' Well, to be honest, I was in this mess because it's what I wanted. For, you see, I am a middle-aged kinky guy who loves bondage games. And, I just discovered the joys of bisexual sex. Enjoying both cocks and pussies in a ménage-a-...
Phil cinched the rope tied around his knees, immobilizing them. He always loved the first rope, the beginning of the process. Next he wrapped another rope around his ankles and cinched that as well, leaving an extra 6' of rope. He could just wiggle his feet, no more. He passed the end of the 6' section of rope through a D ring on the wide leather collar he w...
It was Saturday February the Fourteenth (Saint Valentine’s Day) and it was just after twelve O’clock noon at the start of the afternoon. It was extremely cold and frigid today, for the cold temperature outside was minus forty Celsius and there was a wind-chill factor of two thousand due to the strong gusting north-west wind blowing in the air. Security Offi...